Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"In the end, they couldn't even produce a decent recording. Yan Ye is really..." After hanging up the phone, Shuo Yue sighed and helplessly deleted the video in her hand.

Normally, the video of killing the Master would definitely be useful in the following operations, right?

With another long, weary sigh, the golden-eyed youth patted his cheeks to make his expression harmless before walking toward one side of the woods.

There, bathed in moonlight, the young knight helps up the winter princess she has sworn to protect.

"New moon!"

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to negotiate..."

Chapter 91 Dream, Command Seals, and Fiancée (Seeking First Subscription!)

Wine and meat adorned the table, and rows of candlesticks gleamed brightly.

The nobles and royalty of Arryn have gathered in the grand banquet hall of Mikolda, and the banquet is now at its climax.

But today's banquet doesn't allow those reckless people to compete in drinking.

Tonight, even the most valiant warriors will be captivated by the elegant fragrance of the flowers.

That's right, this is a banquet held to appreciate beautiful flowers.

Granny, the daughter of Ireland's High King Cornmark McAtt, is finally getting engaged.

The other party was none other than Finn McCool, son of Kool. A great hero who gained wisdom from the oil of the Wise Salmon, possessed the power of healing water, and was hailed as the unparalleled leader of the Fiona Knights. He was a man whose strength and reputation rivaled that of the High King, and no marriage could bring such joy.

Beside the old hero Finn were his son, the poet Osin; his grandson, the hero Oscar; and the valiant warriors of the Fiona Knights.

Speedy Carter Mac Ronan, Druid mage Vangus, "Terror of the Battlefield" Gore Mac Mona, and Gray Lizard Conan.

And Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, renowned for his supreme honor and the title of "Radiant One".

All the heroes who stood alone at the pass were gathered. Each and every one of them revered Finn, swearing unwavering loyalty to him. These great heroes revered their leader, offering their spears and swords to his commands. This was the honor of knights, the true will of the glorious warriors, a glory sung endlessly by bards.

They cherished a longing for the way of chivalry.

Embark on this path of chivalry.

The knight firmly believed that one day he would die on the battlefield, wrapped in a horse's hide.

Until that night, at the banquet of fate, I encountered a beautiful flower.

"You will gain my love, but the price is that you will bear a sacred vow. My beloved, please stop this disgusting wedding and take me away... away to a place farther than the ends of the earth!"

The girl wept as she spoke, her eyes burning with sincere love.

That was the infernal fire that would consume his body... The hero had already understood that by then.

But he couldn't resist.

The heavy burden of the sacred oath that tested his honor versus the path of loyalty he believed in—which was more precious? He asked himself this question many times, but no matter how conflicted he was, he could not find the answer.

Therefore, the reason that drives him to act must be some reason that has nothing to do with glory.

The hero, holding the princess's hand, together abandoned their glorious and promising future.

Thus began a poignant love story that would later be celebrated in Celtic mythology.

Bizarre and fantastical dreams linger in Kenneth's mind, becoming his only form of entertainment.

Sir El-Melloi, once hailed as a child prodigy, now had no glimmer of light in his eyes.

Not only because his magic circuits had been destroyed by the Origin Bullet, rendering him forever barred from magic... but also because his beloved fiancée broke all his fingers and tortured him after he awoke, all in an effort to seize the two remaining Command Seals in Kenneth's possession.

If it were merely out of a fiancée's obligation to win the Holy Grail in Kenneth's place, Kenneth could accept it. However—

Kenneth recalled the passionate gaze Solau had given him late at night after the first battle, a gaze she had never directed at her fiancé with such infatuation.

If Solau was simply mesmerized by a handsome man, he could forgive him. It's a small mistake that women often make, and how could he be her husband if he got so worked up over something so trivial?

However, this only applies if "he is just an ordinary handsome man".

A mole of love.

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Kenneth's disgust deepened the moment he thought about that damn skill.

Admittedly, even modern magicians can resist this kind of low-level allure. But what if a woman takes absolutely no precautions and simply indulges in this forbidden and passionate emotion?

Even if we take a step back and say that the heroic spirit Diarmuid Audi wasn't such a remarkable person.

The heroic spirits summoned by the Holy Grail do not participate in the Holy Grail War solely for the sake of their contractual relationship; each of them also desires to obtain the Holy Grail for some other reason.

Because they need the Holy Grail, they do their best to help their Masters become victorious, hoping to share in the blessings of the Holy Grail.

Therefore, the first thing a Master must do when summoning a Heroic Spirit is to inquire about their wishes, asking why they desire the Holy Grail and why they accepted the summons to appear—if the reason for the Heroic Spirit's pursuit of the Holy Grail is not clarified, a relationship of trust between the two cannot be established. Because if their wishes contradict each other, they might suffer a terrible betrayal upon obtaining the Holy Grail.

Kenneth, of course, had asked Diarmuid what his wish was long ago. Kenneth asked him: "When the two of you receive the Holy Grail together, what will you wish for?"

But the heroic spirit did not answer.

No, that's not entirely accurate. Diarmuid wasn't refusing to answer; he was simply denying the significance of the question altogether.

He said, "I don't want any Holy Grail."

I need no reward; I only wish to be loyal to the lord who summoned me in this life and to fulfill the honor of being a knight. This is my wish.

Kenneth, of course, could not accept this argument. Without a compelling reason, how could a renowned Heroic Spirit willingly lower himself to become a mere human's familiar? It's not like he's doing a public service; this joke is anything but funny.

But no matter how much Kenneth wanted to find out the reason, he insisted on not changing the reason he had given earlier.

"I only need to fulfill my knightly honor; I will leave the Holy Grail to you, Master."

He remained steadfast in his original intention and resolutely refused to accept the Holy Grail.

Looking back now, Kenneth probably already harbored distrust towards the Servants he had made contracts with back then.

How could a Servant not want the Holy Grail?

That answer was clearly hypocritical; he was hiding his true intentions from others.

Kenneth initially believed that it wouldn't matter if they didn't speak; he possessed the Command Seals, and as long as he held absolute command authority, Diarmuid could never betray him. Servants were ultimately just tools, mere implements. As long as they could fulfill their intended function, what those tools thought was irrelevant. This was Kenneth's opinion until yesterday.

But now that he sees Solau's unwavering belief, Kenneth can no longer be as tolerant as before.

If he truly follows Solau—and if what he says is true—then it becomes clear that his motive is not to obtain the Holy Grail, but rather something else entirely.

We absolutely cannot trust that heroic spirit. Moreover, judging from the legends surrounding him, wasn't that man originally a traitor who betrayed his principles and seduced his lord's wife into fleeing?

"Command Seals... I can't give them to you."

He said that a few minutes ago.

Minutes later, Kenneth, his hand broken by his fiancée, hung limply, like a condemned prisoner waiting for her to bring the surgical instruments, watching helplessly as she walked towards her inevitable end.

Is this surrender out of love or fear?

Kenneth himself didn't know, nor did he have the time to investigate.

because--

Outside the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, which served as their second base, came the terrified screams of his fiancée.

Geas (also spelled Geas, the same as the self-imposed covenant), translated as taboo, prohibition, or oath. It holds a significant place in Celtic mythology, yet remains one of its most secretive aspects. It represents the often-unknown taboos or fatal weaknesses of mythological heroes. Diarmuid and Granny's elopement was partly due to Granny casting Geas on him.

Chapter 92 Self-Mandatory Testimony (Seeking first subscription!)

"Solau!"

The moment the scream rang out, Kenneth forgot his injuries and struggled violently.

But whether it was the restraints binding him or the magic circuits churning his body into a mess, they all pressed him heavily onto the recliner, rendering him unable to move.

The former child prodigy is now a complete failure, and it will take a long time for Sir El-Melloi to adapt to the current situation.

But as the footsteps drew ever closer, a cruel fate had already pronounced his doom.

The moment the golden-eyed youth strode in.

Golden eyes, white hair, the new moon.

blonde hair and blue eyes.

When they arrived at top speed, what they saw was this strange pair.

As for Solau, who had screamed, he was now powerless and unconscious in her arms.

"This... Your Excellency Shuoyue, you..."

"Yo, Diarmuid." Shuoyue greeted him with a smile, as if meeting a neighbor on a sunny morning, but her next words pulled everyone back to the cold Holy Grail War.

"I've found you, Diarmuid, Master Kenneth & Sora."

Upon hearing this, the handsome spearman raised his hand, gripping both pistols, his amber eyes sharpening: "Since that's the case, then..."

"Wait a minute," came the voice of Kenneth, who was lying on the hospital chair. "Help me up."

"As you command, my lord."

Even with a formidable enemy at hand, Diarmuid immediately turned around, cut the restraints on Kenneth's body, and carefully helped him lean back in his chair.

After doing all this, Kenneth, already a little out of breath, tried his best to remain calm and questioned Shuoyue, who had fought him:

"The Holy Grail War is not to be held during the day; this is the minimum requirement that everyone tacitly agrees to. Do you intend to break this restriction?"

Not only Kenneth, but also others cast questioning glances at him, for in his mind, he was the least likely person to do such a thing.

Faced with Diarmuid's question, Artoria felt a pang of guilt, but she shook her head and remained silent.

Because Kenneth and others quickly learned the answer.

"I just wanted to give you a clean getaway." Shuoyue raised an eyebrow. "What, you don't believe me?"

He snapped his fingers.

An intricate magic circle unfolded from his center, spreading out like ripples until it disappeared completely.

However, Diarmuid sensed an invisible wall surrounding the abandoned factory, blocking all their escape routes.

"Admittedly, my spear could easily break through this wall, but behind this wall I also placed an electric fence, barbed wire, and used imaginary number magic to create an alternate dimension..."